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...Patrimony, Riotous Living, Henry and His Pet Goat, Lovers) revealed a forthright, uninhibited graphic touch as clear and gay as sunlight. Typical was General Washington, decorative, naive, fantastic. General and horse were suspended in air, unpropped by Delaware ice cakes or the neoclassic columns of Mount Vernon. The plume on the General's tricorne hat looked like a Christmas tree. Though utterly alone, the Father of His Country drew rein and fired his pistol...
...white city on a blue gulf. Beside it rose Vesuvius, breathing a plume of smoke. Around its feet clustered warships, steamers, merchantmen from Mediterranean ports. It was ancient. Virgil had lived in the city when he wrote his Georgics. Cicero had loafed among the villas. On its outskirts were the ancient suburbs of Herculaneum and Pompeii, which had been mummified 1,860 years ago by Vesuvius' erupting ash. It was a sight, a pile of palaces, churches, an opera house, university, museum, an aquarium where famous pale octopuses swam in tanks. It was slovenly and filthy and loud. Hoarse...
...political octopus (Edward McNamara) through her newspaper. It also reports the help she gets, in dire extremity, from a hobo ex-journalist (James Gagney). En-route to victory the hobo develops an interest in the old lady's niece (Marjorie Lord), makes a useful friend of the whooping, plume-clad matron of the local sin hall (Marjorie Main), and punches his way through enough physical obstruction to appease those cinemaddicts who like James Cagney chiefly for his fleet footwork and persuasive paws. As a period document, Johnny Come Lately bogs down neither in history nor documentation. Its historicity...
...morning of April 18 was bitterly cold and rough. Off to the left, a cruiser let go a broadside. "A low-slung ship began to give off an ugly plume of black smoke." U.S. gunnery had gotten a small Japanese ship within three minutes. But three minutes is time enough to flash a warning. It would no longer be a night attack at 400 miles, but a daylight raid at 800. Lawson heard the shout: "God damn! Let's go!" They went...
...most magniloquently named organizations on earth, Imperial Industrial Corp., was rolling steadily forward last week. Imperial Industrial Corp. belches no great plume of smoke over the industrial landscape; it is, simply, all that is left of the U.S. pianola roll business. But Imperial is a complete monopoly and it is enjoying a small boom, largely produced by A.F. of M. Boss James Caesar Petrillo's ban on phonograph recording (TIME, June...